We’d been together for ages, but I was sure I could get back into the dating scene, and who knows find someone who made me really happy in and out o... the bedroom.That was late February 2020. Little did I realise that pretty soon actually seeing anyone at all was going to be pretty rare. I worked at home and lived on my own. I missed Melissa! Well, that’s not really true, I missed the sex. I heard stories of some playing happy families in lockdown, but I knew of others who were driving each. I feel it twitch inside. Your orgasm is so intense, it goes through your body and I feel it even in the slight movements of your finger in my ass. It feels so good. It makes me feel so complete. So wanton. I am giving my child possibly the greatest pleasure of his life. I am taking your sperm inside me, the fluid that is so forbidden for mothers to experience. I do not cum. Or, more specifically, I plateau right at the point of orgasm, the point where I am at my most depraved. The point where. Don’t think I don’t know who you really are Brian.”Somehow in the exchange we’d gotten up and our voices raised. He didn’t reply and the silence hit me hard.He spoke slow and low, “Robby knows I fucked my sister. That is not a good thing for me.”“Yeah? And what about me? You have no idea what I have done for you. Did you know that a teacher found your stash?”He looked at me in shock.“Yeah, my teacher found your party favors, idiot. Nice hiding place, by the way. School locker, Brian? Really?”. ‘These were Mike’s but if you don’t mind wearing them it saves you putting on yesterday’s clothes. These might be a bit too big, but they’ll fit where they touch.’ The shirt was obviously very good quality, it had the label ‘Huntsman – Saville Row’ and probably cost as much as six of my shirts. I thanked her and put them on. She was right, the boxers were a bit baggy and the shirt was a size too big so I left cuffs open and rolled the sleeves up a couple of turns. I started to button the shirt.